Having read and loved this book when I was about 14, I decided that 17 years later a reread could be in order. To be honest I struggled, a lot, at the start. While there is no denying how well written it is, it's all so unrelentingly depressing. However I perservered and came to remember why I loved it so much. All the moodiness, madness and passion is still there and that's why I loved it. I'm happy to say it remains one of the most atmospheric books I've ever read. That being said I imagine it will be another 17 years before I even think about venturing back to the Heights!